Maybe then they will finally win. And if not, Squalo supposes he'll at least find peace in the fact that he's prepared a proper executioner for himself. No pressure, Yams.

...or, you know, maybe New Vongola will just leave them be and do their own thing as an own little mercenary family or something. That'd be the compromise with the least Vongola blood spilled, probably.

Funny how similar people and pigs can be on the inside, huh?

"I have?" Squalo sounds like that's genuinely news to him, albeit uninteresting ones. "I wasn't really paying attention to that."

Grounds where they were supposed to trash some teenagers, sure. The place where his then-future apprentice grew up? Not so much. How times change.

He gives him a flat look as he flings a tumble of innards into the bushes. "Do I look like someone you ask about normal?"